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“Come with me,” she said, “and I will show you beauty beyond your

wildest imagination.

So I took her hand and walked with baby-steps along the path of life
and nothing changed.

And nothing changed.

My eyes grew weary and my heart grew sad

with longing and empty promises and half-dreams.

Still I followed and nothing changed.

She took me to a pond.

A pool.

It was like glass, like ice, reflecting each ray of sunlight upon its

crystalline surface.

I peered in and saw nothing but my own reflection.

I looked up at her as if to say “Is this what you have to show me?

Is this all there is?”

And she was crying.

Crying those soulful, mournful tears

of a parent

a guide

a mentor whose protégé has turned their back.

A perfect tear fell from her cheek and plunged into the pool shattering

its surface.

As the water rippled I saw reality distort and dance and change.

And as the stillness returned, nothing looked the same.

Again, I looked up at her then back at the water.

This time I could see only her reflection.

I looked at the trees, the grass, the ground, the sky, the mud, the

fallen branches and I could see only her.

I tightened my grip on her hand fearing that if I ever let go it would

all disappear

fade away

and I would be left with a sour taste and bitter-sweet memories.

Yet, the firmer I grasped, the more she faded.

The more the trees looked like trees and the mud like mud.

The firmer I grasped the more I realized my finger tips were pushing

against the flesh of my own palm.

So I loosened my grip and we walked.

Each step more assured than the last.

I could see her everywhere.

We then came to a fork in the road.

My fingers just grazing hers we stopped.

I gazed at her and she at me and I felt as if I was looking into a

mirror. Into myself. As if we had become one. And she was me and I was

her and we were everywhere.

Not a word was spoken when we parted ways.

There was nothing to be said.

We were not leaving each other.

So I walked along my path alone with her and I came across a young man.

Sitting, staring forlorn.

“Come with me,” I said, “and I will show you beauty beyond your wildest


So he took my hand and we walked.

12 October, 2000

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The following comments are for "Metamorphosis Eternal"
by RainbowGyrl

love the imagery
i could see everything in my mind as i read this, i was pulled in. very good. loved it

( Posted by: supergranny [Member] On: October 24, 2004 )

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